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The tension coils tight in my gut. My cock pulses, untouched. My body trembles.
“I’m… fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Let go,” he whispers, slamming deep. “Let me feel you.”
And I do.
I cry out, coming hard across my chest, ropes of it streaking my skin, my vision going white as I spasm around him. My hole clenches tight, milking him, and he groans, thrusts once, twice more, and then stills.
His cock throbs inside me. I feel the flood of warmth as he comes, deep and raw and endless.
He doesn’t pull out. He doesn’t move. Just collapses over me, holding me close, his face buried in my neck.
We lie there, breathing hard. Sticky. Messy. Wrecked.
And yet: I’ve never felt more whole.
Tahl brushes damp hair from my forehead, his eyes unreadable. “You are… incredible.”
I blink up at him, stunned. My body still pulsing with aftershocks.
I don’t say anything. I can’t. But I reach for him, hand on the back of his neck, holding him close.
Something has changed. I feel it in my bones.
I can’t undo this.
Idon’twant to.
Chapter 7
I wake before the sun.
The light filtering through the broken blinds is pale and thin, brushing over the cabin floor like fingers through dust. My whole body aches. My thighs, my back, my neck. But there’s a hum beneath the soreness. A deep, bone-deep warmth curling in my gut, like embers still burning after a wildfire.
Tahl’s arm is draped across my stomach, heavy and protective. His skin is warm. His breath is steady, brushing over my shoulder in soft gusts. He’s not snoring, he doesn’t even seem to make noise when he sleeps. Still, I can feel him there, sothere, every inch of his big, powerful frame pressed to my back.
And I can’t stop thinking about last night.
My chest tightens. I shift slightly, trying to breathe around the memory of how he took me. How Iwantedhim to take me. Every second of it is still vivid: his tongue, his voice, the way his cock stretched me open until I was shaking apart, moaning like someone else. Someone I don’t even recognize.
What the fuck am I doing?
I stare at the ceiling, eyes dry, brain racing. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t sleep with men. I don’tkissmen. Let alone throw myself onto an alien creature with glowing eyes and a dick that practically rearranged my organs.
But here I am. Lying in his arms. And the worst part?
I don’t want to leave.
Tahl shifts behind me. His nose brushes the nape of my neck. A low, soft sound rumbles from his chest, something like a purr, but rougher. I hold perfectly still, my heart pounding.
Then he speaks, voice raw with sleep. “You are awake.”
I swallow hard. “Yeah.”
He doesn't move, just keeps his body flush against mine. His hand skims down my side, not sexual, just… there. Like he’s reminding me he’s real. That last night wasn’t a dream.
“You are quiet,” he says.
